The sword felt cold in her hand. A chill went from song Qing's small palm to her sea of consciousness, awakening the sword embryo mark in her soul and resonating with it. The connection between them was even deeper.
At this time, the domineering aura of the sword embryo that had resisted the heavenly lightning tribulation had been completely withdrawn. The multicolored light was restrained, revealing the real body of the treasure.
Song qingxiao held back her joy and carefully examined the sword.
The sword was translucent and about three feet long. It seemed to be covered in a layer of mist that was not smoke. It emitted a hazy luster, making the long sword even more dazzling.
She squinted her eyes and summoned the Dragon Soul with her divine sense.
